CHAPTER 1: KISSING MY HEELS
CASSIDY’S POV
My office is my kingdom.
Forty-two floors of glass and perfection, with a view that makes people feel small.
I like that. I like the way the junior associates’ eyes drop to the floor when I walk by, the way their voices get quiet.
Power isn’t something you ask for. It’s something you take, and you wear it like the custom-tailored Alexander Wang blazer currently hugging my shoulders.
And Logan Carter? He’s about to learn what that power truly feels like.
He’s standing outside my door, a bundle of nervous, post-grad energy clutching a tablet to his chest like a life preserver.
Twenty-four years old, with those big, brown, doe-eyes and a mouth that looks like it was made for sin.
I hired him a month ago, straight from his MBA. His resume
